Overview A young girl was found who had the ability to know all facts and information in the world. She was taken as a child by a secret branch of the Government, who raised her as a loyal citizen, ready to sacrifice everything for her country. But the gifts of her brain were not matched in her body, and a neurological disorder left her unfit for active duty. Wishing to do more, she used her ability to track down her counterpart, a young man born with the muscle memory to do anything and the physically-capable body to support his range of talents. However, where the young woman was raised with love and care, never wanting for any need, the young man was raised in poverty and abuse, having to fight to claim any scrap that the world would allow him to take. Uncouth, rude, and insubordinate, he is the opposite of the woman who finds him in almost every respect. Will these two be able to find a way to work off of each other's strengths and support each other's weaknesses in time to save not only the US, but the world as we know it? Outside the window, scenery flashed, zipping by like a film on fast forward. Sunlight shone over the high-rises, the tops of the tall buildings black against it. Their tinted windows cast bright white glares that no pair of sunglasses could dim. The street was packed with cars, perhaps a ridiculous amount of traffic for the time of day. There were just as many people as vehicles, the sidewalk nearly spilling over with pedestrians trying to get to unknown destinations or window shopping. Vienna stared out the window of the van and grinned, taking in everything yet letting it all pass her by at once. It wasn't often that she went out, much less on a road trip. To see a place as far away from home as Chicago was exciting. As interesting as it would be to get out and explore the city, there was no time. There was a reason Vienna didn't go out much, a reason which stemmed multiple other little reasons that she thought of more as excuses. She was unique, unlike any other person in the world that anyone knew of. She had a gift that she was told time and time again had to be kept secret and safe. It was always to protect her; but she knew that her limited mobility was part of the issue and her family simply didn't want to address it. None of that mattered at that moment, though. What mattered was the mission, the task at hand. Vienna let go of the pale white curtain that covered the window of the van, turning to look around her. Immediately in front of her, in the driver's seat, was a middle-aged man, Steve. His brownish hair had receded beyond his temples, giving him an exaggerated widow's peak. He had surprisingly little gray for a man his age, gray which was only yet evident in his facial hair when he hadn't shaved. As if he felt her eyes, the man glanced up into the rear-view mirror at Vienna and smiled wanly, running a hand over his stubbled jaw. Next to him was a woman of copper-colored hair and green eyes. Sharona, or Shari as Vi often called her, was Steve's wife. She looked back with a smile and reached a thin hand back to pat Vienna's knee. Next to Vienna sat Toni, a man tan with dark curly hair. His head rested on his palm, elbow supported on the arm of the seat; his eyes were closed. The trip to Chicago had taken just shy of a whole day to make, not including stops for fuel and food and bathroom breaks. Steve, Sharona, and Toni would take turns driving, alternating when one got tired so they could each get some sleep. Vienna hardly slept a wink the entire trip. The traffic dispersed as they got closer to the campus. They made the trip to visit the college there; although, not in hopes of anyone attending. Rather there was a student they were looking for, a young man. Steve parked as close to the building as possible if just to make it easier for Vi. He got her wheelchair out of the back of the van and helped her out. She was already wheeling her way to the doors of the building before Toni had gotten out of the van. The electric doors slid back with a swoosh, a cool breeze of air conditioning tossing the young woman's dark, shoulder-length curls. Few people walked about, and those who did looked at her strangely. Vienna paid them no mind and wheeled to where she heard voices: the cafeteria.